Having the Faith to get here

Our homeschool journey began unexpectedly—right in the middle of my son’s first-grade year. Homeschooling wasn’t on my radar. We were enrolled in a private preparatory school, trusting the system to guide his learning. But three months before the school year ended, I was told—without warning—that he wouldn’t be promoted to second grade. No heads-up. No conversation. No support. Just a decision.

I had no idea he was struggling. I scrambled to find tutors, and the school began offering help too. Then COVID hit. Suddenly, we were handed daily assignments over video calls. I sat beside him, working through every task. But something shifted—he was hungry for more. More learning. More creativity. More connection.

So we made our own theme days. We crafted. We explored. We turned cardboard boxes into castles and science labs. I watched him light up. Yes, math was hard. But in those few months, he learned more than he had all year. He recorded skits, gave presentations, and by the end of first grade, he was reading at a third-grade level.

It was decision time: send him back to school, or continue with what we lovingly called “Mom’s Homeschool Co.” After many sleepless nights and countless prayers, I knew—this was our path. And we haven’t looked back.

Homeschooling has stretched me in every way. It’s been hard. It’s required pivots, tears, and deep faith. As a single mother, the weight of educational decisions feels even heavier. But when God stands behind you, you can rest assured—He’s holding your child too.

Was I equipped to homeschool? No. I had no training. In fact, my high school guidance counselor once told me I wasn’t smart enough for college. But I had passion. I had determination. And I had faith.

Looking back, I see now—I wasn’t the problem. I wasn’t broken. I was a child in a system that didn’t know how to teach me. Homeschooling hasn’t just been about educating my son. It’s been about healing my inner child. It’s been about rewriting the story.

This past year, I lost my job of ten years. It was a wake-up call. I realized I’d been living the grind, not the passion. My heart was in the everyday moments with my son—adventuring, learning, growing. That’s when God placed Faith & Fuel on my heart.

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So we made a bold decision. We are selling our home, downsizing our lives, and hitting the road to roadschool. Because why not learn through life? Why not see history firsthand? Why not trust God and roll with it?

Now, we’re about to traveling the U.S., learning from the road, and leaning into the Lord. We hope you’ll join us—whether you’re a homeschooler, a seeker, or someone simply looking for a little more faith and fuel in your journey.